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    Collision Course 4.19

     

                “It’s just surveillance, I mean, I’m not following a serial killer or anything,” said Jo, wondering what they’d talk about all night.  They really had nothing in common, besides the fact that they both knew Tina.  And Jo didn’t think that having Tina as a topic of interest was a good way to start off what might be a romantic relationship, if she was reading Bette right, that is.

     

                “Oh, I’m trying to…  do different things.  You’re right.  You were right, I mean.  I’ve always done the ‘safe’ thing.  I’ve never been an artist, I don’t have the guts to put that emotion into something, or face the rejections.  So I champion the people who do have the strength of character to do that.  So, yes, I’m trying something different, I’m trying to evolve…”

     

                “I knew I wasn’t your type!” said Jo, wagging a finger at Bette, but Bette gave her an endearing look.  “I’m just some social experiment that you’re trying,” added Jo, grabbing at her chest dramatically, but her eyes were smiling to brightly for Bette to have any reason to think that she’d insulted her.

     

                “You aren’t an experiment or my type, ok, you got me.  Typically, I go for the more…” began Bette, trying to find the word, snapping her fingers.

     

                Jo pitched in with, “Subservient types?”

     

                “I will have you know that I’ve never treated any of the women I’ve been with as something lesser than me!” began Bette, then seeing that Jo was laughing rather hard behind a cupped hand.  “You are awful!”

     

                “I am, I know.  So, wanna come watch a boring building with me?” asked Jo.  “But first, we need provisions.”

     

                “Provisions…?”

     

                “You’ll see.”

     

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                They were sitting in Jo’s car, a vintage Mustang, painted, what Jo called, Grabber Green, with a white stripe across the hood and the top.  The interior lit only by the amber lights of the Sirius Radio station that was tuned into the Octane channel.  An assortment of sweets, everything from chocolate bars, to chips, to ding dongs, to just about everything Little Debbie that the local 7-11 offered. 

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    1. Heck my friend, dont know who I’m in love with Jo or Bette. Love Jo.she is so laif back most of ther time.and Bette needs a lot of spice in her life. Like a bootie call from Jo. Tina is going to be madder than old billy. Bette in her eyes is still hers. Yeah right. 55 hrs are still to much. We dont have K-Marts here anymore. thanks for posting thanks bvh

    2. Wow…a whole chapter dedicated to my Bette…honestly when the golf club hit the windshield I thought you were gonna say it was Tina. Tina has some nerve saying Bette was abandoning Angelica…she shouldn’t use the baby like that. Please post soon…I love this story.

    3. Somehow I get the feeling that the relationship Jo and Bette are getting themselves into, isn’t going to go smoothly. Both of them have kind of an Alfa character, so in the end, who’s gonna give in? Maybe I’m thinking to far ahead…but I am very curious. I loved the car scenes, and I just knew the kissing would be disturbed lol. I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you J. Great update, gimme more!!!

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